Page 18 of Filthiest Of Them All

Shudders tear through the both of us, the only sound that can be heard is our panting. I’m slick with sweat and feeling fucking lighter than I’ve felt in years.

“Not a one minute man after all, huh?” I taunt, her mouth popping open in surprise. Before she can say anything, I brush her legs off my shoulders and bend down to capture her lips in a kiss. This kiss isn’t like any of the others. This one is more of a… let’s call it a truce type of kiss. I break it and slowly ease out of her. I feel like a prick when I see her wince. I yank my shirt off and reach between us but she darts her arm out gripping my wrist stopping me.

“What are you doing?” She sounds horrified.

“Bambi, that was your first time and there is going to be a mess of my cum and your blood. Let me clean you up and then I’ll take you home for a shower.” She stares at me with a dumbfounded look but doesn’t try to stop me again. When I clean her as best as I can, she winces and cringes but doesn’t make a sound. I help her to her feet and we both get dressed. I cringe when I face her again and see the mess I made of her shirt. I reach back and rub the back of my neck, she narrows her eyes.

“You couldn’t just take it off or something?” I smirk and shrug.

“Ripping it seemed like the better option since I get to stare at your tits the whole way home.” Her jaw unhinges.

“Asshole,” she mutters when I grip her arm and begin to lead her out of the woods. It takes a minute for the awkwardness to surface between us now that we have rid ourselves of the sexual tension, there is only tension left and it’s fucking suffocating! I release my hold on her and lead her back to where she ran from. She keeps her head down and every couple of steps I see her wince or cringe slightly and I feel like a prick. I assumed from the job she has and how she carries herself that she was… fucked if I know what I was thinking, but I never thought she was a fucking virgin. Believe me, I’m not the type of guy you want to remember for the rest of your life as your first sexual encounter. As we round the bend I frown at the sight of the two guys waiting on the hillside. Tatum lifts her head and when she spots them she slams to a halt.

“Are you fucking serious?” she seethes. I whirl around and face the little devil with a frown.

“What?”

“Your little fucking ass lickers have been here the whole time?”

I snap my arm out and grip the back of her neck in a firm hold, not caring that I’m hurting her. “I may have just fucked you like a nice guy but don’t get shit twisted in your head. I’m still in charge here, Tatum. I call the fucking shots.” Her eyes widen and hurt filters through her eyes. I release her and stride toward the guys. I toss Pope the phone. He hands it to Omen who turns and stalks away, no doubt to take it to Halo.

“You son of a bitch!” she screams, then shoves me from behind. I stumble forward a step then face her. Tears glisten in her eyes. I know what this looks like, but I don’t have time to worry about how I hurt her feelings. “You stole my phone…” Her eyes widen as she looks between me and Pope. “You set me up, you heard my phone call and knew it was Nexus.” I can see the wheels spinning in her head as she pieces it together. “You made them hang back. You knew if you asked about the phone I’d destroy it, so the only way to get it back intact was for you to…” She clamps her mouth closed and shakes her head, then snatches the duffle bag off the ground. When she meets my gaze again I see nothing but hatred. “I hate you,” she spits out then shoulders past me. I know she’ll follow Omen back so at least I won’t have to hunt her ass down if she gets lost.

“That was fucking low, even for you,” Pope mumbles.

“How about you keep your fucking nose out of my business, huh?” I snap as I snatch my blanket off the ground and storm back toward the house. Pope catches up to me in a couple of strides, then cuts in front of me. The look on his face can only be described as concern, which irritates me further than I already am.

“You don’t just screw anyone.”

“What the fuck’s your point?” I snap.

“My point is that you just used that girl. She may be the fucker’s sister but she isn’t him.”

I scoff. “Since when did you fucker’s start caring about Tatum Lawson?” I snarl as I press into him.

He pushes his forehead against mine, not backing down. “Since we have all been spying on her for six months. You aren’t the only fucking person here who is confused where she is concerned.”

“She knows exactly who the fuck I am and if I have to resort to old measures then so be it.” His eyes widen at my declaration.

“You would subject her to your demons?” The disbelief is clear in his tone as he takes a step back and looks at me like I’m a stranger.

“I told all of you, I would do whatever the fuck I had to in order to get justice for my sister. If that phone is a dead end, then she is the key to getting me what I want.” I brush past him without waiting for a reply. I’ve never tortured a woman or hurt a child but I will do it if it means getting vengeance for Ellie. My little sister deserves that much and Pope of all people should fucking understand that.

I’m a mile or so out from the house when my phone begins to ring. I fish it out of my pocket and hit answer when I see it’s Damon.

“Yeah?”

“Boss, we have a situation that needs your attention.” Damon is my head of the Colorado area and he keeps my men armed through his connections in Russia. He swore he would never work for anyone but himself, but that all changed while I was inside. His wife’s rapist was sent to the same prison, so I offered him a deal. I kill the fucker and he arms my men—he took the deal.

“What is it?”

“We caught two guys tailing you, they’re from the De Santis Cosa Nostra.”

I grind my teeth. “I’ll be there soon. Have them ready for me.” I end the call, quicken my pace as I scroll my contacts, then hit call when I find his number. The phone rings seven times before the fucker finally answers.

“Well, hearing from you is never a good thing,” the fucker says.

“You keep following me and I’ll be forced to take drastic measures to prove a point, Carnage,” I say in an even tone.

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